birdie badminton | p

[narcissus]

it's turning sunset when Fenneldrop pads over to Bitternpaw. with the restrictions partially lifted, she found herself itching to take the apprentice out to the territory again. it didn't seem like his mentor was doing that anyway, so she might as well pick up their slack.

she scoffed mentally before brightening up. "hey, bitternpaw," she greeted with an open smile.

never is she sure what's safe. before, going out in the territory alone seemed the safest. now, she's not so sure. per Dawnstar's orders, a pair system was now the safest. but she's always suspicious anyway. anybody could be out there, lurking.

there's always something to do, though. she can't hide away from the snakes forever.

at least this snake seemed to have no fangs to bite her with. Bitternpaw was but a garter snake. a little runt.

"wanna go for a stroll or something? catch some prey?" she invited the apprentice.

@silver.

[silver.]

78/100
shc apprentice // he/him // 10 moons
purrks: agatha kitty, the collector, rapid recovery

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Worry has been gnawing at his stomach as of late. Leapingpaw has been scarce, but it's scent still lingers around camp. But Silverpaw's has gone stale. What could it mean? There was no way that his brother could have gone missing, right?

... Right?

Lost in his thoughts he doesn't notice Fenneldrop approach. Doesn't hear her greeting. Only comes back to reality when she asks if he would like to venture beyond the camp walls. To which he blinks his weariness from his gaze and nods to her, only really having understanding half of what she had even said to him.

"Yes, of course. I'd hunt."

Maybe hunting would take his mind off of things. Or maybe alternatively he would find whispers of where his brother had run off to in the wilderness. What if he was hurt out there somewhere and no one had gone looking? He wouldn't be able to live with himself if that were the case...

fenneldrop| @narcissus